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Avalon Burning- Part One

AVALON BURNING
by
Lenny ZerO

Michael’s supervisor was being a real @$$. Three weeks into collecting second quarter assessment results, he’d decided that Michael wasn’t being a team player and was more than likely manipulating data.

“How else do you explain these gains?” he demanded.

Michael shrugged. “I don’t know. A lot of ‘knock-knock’ jokes?”

His supervisor tensed. His superiors were expecting results, but any deviation from the standard projections would call a lot of attention by the audit department.

“Listen, Wood,” he demanded.

Testimony

“My brother, may I share my story with you?”

“Yeah, why not?”

The letter came as soft and silently as any weapon devised by man. Nonprofit org. U.S. Postage paid. Permit No. 6655.

Two Homes Are About To Be Blessed...
Then It Must Go To Another Dear Friend

YOURS FIRST!

Anointeth- Part One

The letter came as soft and silently as any weapon devised by man. Nonprofit org. U.S. Postage paid. Permit No. 6655.

Two Homes Are About To Be Blessed...
Then It Must Go To Another Dear Friend

YOURS FIRST!

It was the last envelope in the stack, under the gas bill and credit card applications. It was the eagle that caught my eye before the text. The eagle carried an olive branch in the right claw and a bundle of arrows in the left. It was drawn with a crude majesty, a totem from some ancient cave.

R.I.P. Kurt Vonnegut

Vonnegut was (along with Alfred Bester and P.K. Dick) one of the sci-fi writers who blew my mind at the formative age of 13. I miss him already.

Discussion: Marathon Training

My wife has run the Los Angeles Marathon. Twice.
Her training routine is fairly intense- starting small &
gradually building up a few months before the actual event.

I'm more casual. I run a couple of miles every other day to
blow off steam and have time to listen to the ipod.

So, my question: since some are here working on short stories
and some are working on longer works- what is working on the
site for you and what isn't? I've found that it's a great notebook
for sketches. I like that I can edit & revise easily from anywhere.

The Dead Line-1st revision w/part 3.

' Wuld that I was an artist & had the material to paint this camp & all its horors or the tounge of some eloquent Statesman and had the privleage of expresing my mind to our hon. rulers at Washington, I should gloery to describe this hell on earth where it takes 7 of its ocupiants to make a shadow.'

July 9, 1864, Sgt. David Kennedy of the 9th Ohio Cavalry

“How long is he gonna sit there?” Sergeant Hill pointed at the Indian hanging naked on the Deadline fence.

The Problem w/kidz theze Dayz: DNX-SubSuperStratic Niner Irving (as published in LyfeStYle'n'VoguE/TimElifemegazine2362-BCRE)

I'm hurdling nine-thousand feet per second through walls of sonic distortion with the world's oldest rap superstar. We're heading toward a massive wall of what appears to be asparagus.

"Ya like what ya like?" he asks as I snap back to consensus reality.

Oh yeah, I like.

So do lots of people. 36 million cans of DNX-SubSuperStratic Niner Irving sold last month.

Some like the old skool beats. Some like the hallucinations.

But the fact is, everyone wants them some Irving.

Q: What's it like to be a 121 year old icon?

apocalyptic love apology

You can’t see the font this is written in. It’s been filtered half a dozen times. Been sent to satellite and back again. Transmitted. Coded. Encrypted. Decrypted. Message Acknowledged, Over and Out.
But you’ve never been here, or seen the wasteland around me. For all I know, you’re sitting in a Starbucks or grocery store, or someplace or another. And when you get this message, you’re going to think it’s fiction, but it’s not.
I am writing this from the End of the World.

Fuck, I can’t believe I wrote that sentence.

The END of the WORLD.

The Dead Line- Part Two

Key and Hill circled with the two new arrivals and walked uphill.

“You can get a pretty good idea of what’s going on from up here,” called Hill. “Don’t fall behind.”

“Or what?” snapped the exhausted infantryman. “We’ve been marching for three days straight.”

“So what’s another five minutes?” called Key. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

At the top of the hill, they stood with their backs to the dead line fence. They rested for a while, and the new men introduced themselves as Captain Geoffrey Baldwin and Lance Corporal Karl Kramer.

The Dead Line-1st revision w/part 3.

' Wuld that I was an artist & had the material to paint this camp & all its horors or the tounge of some eloquent Statesman and had the privleage of expresing my mind to our hon. rulers at Washington, I should gloery to describe this hell on earth where it takes 7 of its ocupiants to make a shadow.'

July 9, 1864, Sgt. David Kennedy of the 9th Ohio Cavalry

“How long is he gonna sit there?” Sergeant Hill pointed at the Indian hanging naked on the Deadline fence.

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